Hey Reader! Friday morning, I awoke to bad news via a text message. “Last night, D__ passed away.” How do you react to news of a friend passing? I climbed back into bed and hugged my dog. I’m not the kind of person to rail against God, or insist death is an injustice. It always seems sudden, shattering, and somewhat pointless. It always catches me off guard. Forces me to examine what I’m doing and if I’d be satisfied if my life ended in the next moment. After all, we can’t see around corners....